Текст (слова) песни: Dawn - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence

Prologue: By the winter of 1350
It swept the land in an uncontrolled
outburst
Famine, cold and pestilential misery
Surely this must be a divine damnation
Punishment from below
Be it devil or demon that reaps this
cursed nation
No one of us deserves suffering thus
Oh lord, what have we done
Oh God, have you forsaken us?
I ride the night air
On pestilential wings
I am the nightmare
That slays your kith and kin
I ride your bed at night
An incubus so vile
My work is seen throughout
The smoke of funeral pyres
Black rats do my work
Punishment begins
Cover your face, everyone has heard
Here is payment for your sins
This epoch you won`t forget
You`re burning from inside
In the final throes of horrid death
The proudest men forget their pride
They cry in pain immense
Praying to be spared
But your god seems not to care
Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons
All are prey alike
Twitching in rotten bowel runs
I crave a heavy toll
The deadringers sound the bell
For all of you who fell
I reap the field in rage
You scream in mindless fear
When gripped in my embrace
I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide
For your blasphemy, I bring you
disease, a funeral feast
I take the helm and steer you into, a
hellish domain
You fall in the streets, succumb in
your sheets, diabolic disease
And you don`t know why
Why your children die
And you won`t know why
On winds of death I ride
Now summer has come over
the city
Midday heat is low
The surviving few bring out
their dead
A neverending flow...
I am the death, upon your black
breath, I am black death
I am the reason, that children lie
crying, watching their parents
dying
And I am formless, always
relentless, something you
cannot see
And I am evil, I am disaster, I am
catastrophe
By the end of 1352, two thirds
are gone
A horrible tale of pestilence and
plague, darkness and woe
Now I subside, slowly die out,
yet I have won
But I will return, in futures to
come, in different forms
Philip von Segebaden
Stockholm, `97

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Dawn - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence Prologue: By the winter of 1350 It swept the land in an uncontrolled outburst Famine, cold and pestilential misery Surely this must be a divine damnation Punishment from below Be it devil or demon that reaps this cursed nation No one of us deserves suffering thus Oh lord, what have we done Oh God, have you forsaken us? I ride the night air On pestilential wings I am the nightmare That slays your kith and kin I ride your bed at night An incubus so vile My work is seen throughout The smoke of funeral pyres Black rats do my work Punishment begins Cover your face, everyone has heard Here is payment for your sins This epoch you won`t forget You`re burning from inside In the final throes of horrid death The proudest men forget their pride They cry in pain immense Praying to be spared But your god seems not to care Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons All are prey alike Twitching in rotten bowel runs I crave a heavy toll The deadringers sound the bell For all of you who fell I reap the field in rage You scream in mindless fear When gripped in my embrace I purify, you putrefy, the end I provide For your blasphemy, I bring you disease, a funeral feast I take the helm and steer you into, a hellish domain You fall in the streets, succumb in your sheets, diabolic disease And you don`t know why Why your children die And you won`t know why On winds of death I ride Now summer has come over the city Midday heat is low The surviving few bring out their dead A neverending flow... I am the death, upon your black breath, I am black death I am the reason, that children lie crying, watching their parents dying And I am formless, always relentless, something you cannot see And I am evil, I am disaster, I am catastrophe By the end of 1352, two thirds are gone A horrible tale of pestilence and plague, darkness and woe Now I subside, slowly die out, yet I have won But I will return, in futures to come, in different forms Philip von Segebaden Stockholm, `97 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Ride The Wings Of Pestilence: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/103/1/9550.html Все тексты песен: Dawn » Dawn - Soil of dead earth » Dawn - The Aphelion Deserts » Dawn - Sorrow Flew On Black Wings » Dawn - Falcula » Dawn - Ride The Wings Of Pestilence » Dawn - The Stalker`s Blessing » Dawn - Malediction Murder » Dawn - Summer Sand » Dawn - I Play And Sing » Dawn - Night Of The Living Dead » Dawn - Night of the Living Dead » Dawn - The Aphelion Deserts » Dawn - The knell and the world » Dawn - Falcula » Dawn - Soil Of Dead Earth » Dawn - The Knell And The World » Dawn - The Stalker`s Blessing » Dawn - Ride the wings of pestilence » Dawn - Sorrow Flew on Black Wings » Dawn - Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree Рекомендуем скачать: » Борис Полоскин - Что делать с печалью » Бажиновский Владимир - Если бы не ты » Банда - Против фонограммы » Божья Коровка - В каком неведомом краю » Беретта - Титры » Булат Окуджава - Капли датского короля » Борис Вайханский - Баллада про НЛО, или История о том, как мы с соседом Вовой пытались оказать помощь в задержании неоп » Борис Бурда - Примерный проект гимна КСП » Бочаров Владимир - ОТПУСТИ МАМАНЯ » Борис Бурда - Монолог шведского короля » Булат Окуджава - Чаепитие на Арбате » Би-2 - Откровение » Беломорканал - ЧУЖИЕ НАВСЕГДА » Блестящие - Чао, бамбина! » Браво - Марина » Булат Окуджава - Осень в Царском селе (Стихи) » Борис Вайханский - Мокрый декабрь » Блестящие - Брат мой десантник » Борис Вахнюк - Нет, обещаний не ждала... » Бутырка - Запах воска
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